Awakening Veronica (16 page)

What would it be like if she did as one of her heroines would do? She’d tried that with Brent, though, and he hadn’t appreciated it. He’d grown furious when she’d suggested they role-play one of her love scenes in the latest book, assuming she had been fantasizing about being with another man. He was such a fool. She’d been doing that for two years to help herself get off because he was so selfish in bed.

Wham!

“Oh!” she squealed in surprise.

“You’re with us now, Nika,” Travis murmured, as he went back to patting and tapping at her derriere a little more rapidly, almost drumming. “Damn, you have a gorgeous ass,” he said, raising his voice to show appreciation. Her butt grew warm and she looked up at Hank, unsure where this would lead.

Hank smiled at her like he had a plan and they didn’t leave her guessing long. Hank unhooked her bra and the back closure of the teddy and slid them both down her arms, exposing her generous breasts to his gaze. He squatted down to help her step out of the teddy, leaving her standing there in nothing but the red satin high heels. He kept his eyes on hers as he slid his hands back up the outsides of her legs. He must’ve been able to feel the way she trembled and her pussy swelled and ached from all of their attention. The knowing smile on his face told her he knew the effect he was having on her.

He laid the lingerie over her work surface and looked up at her from his squatting position and then leaned forward to nuzzle the undersides of her breasts. His silvery beard stubble brushed against her skin and she felt the rasp as though it was over her whole body, sending a heat wave in its wake.

Her pussy ached with need and a moan finally drifted from her lips. “Please.” She didn’t know what she was begging for and it didn’t matter. Whatever they wanted to do to her, she wanted to take.

Hank gently slid her eyeglasses off, folded them, and put them near her keyboard. “Can you see me without them?”

“Yes. You’re just a little blurry. I need them mostly for reading.”

“I don’t want to risk damaging them.”

Travis gathered her hands in one of his and placed them on the center of the table, and bent her partially over the surface, until her ass was tilted up for them.

She worried about how big it must look but felt better, thinking her dimples were less noticeable when she was bent over like this.

Wham!

“Ow! Damn it!” she squealed and then stuffed one hand in her mouth. Subs did
not
talk like that to their Doms.

“Hands on the table, Nika,” Travis muttered, removing the hand held to her mouth and placing it with the other in the center of the table. “You’re with us and you don’t need to worry.”

Hank stroked a hand down her back, pressed her to the table, and said, “No, you don’t. This ass is lovely.” Then he laid his opened palm against her other cheek and squeezed and rubbed the rapidly warming flesh.

She looked back and they didn’t object to her watching them as they gave her a light spanking, drumming her derriere until her body vibrated with the impact and the pleasure derived from it. She’d never trusted anyone enough to do this, but they were quickly making her hungry for more.

Both of their handsome faces were intent on what they were doing, their eyes glowing with pleasure and lust that equaled the need growing inside her. The approval in their eyes made her…proud. Maybe they meant it when they said they liked her ass. Maybe she was hallucinating. Either way, she faced the table and rested her forehead on her hands, smiling in secret as she tilted her ass up to them, drawing a chuckle from them both.

Hank spoke in a voice completely devoid of teasing. “Nika likes her spanking.” His observation, minus the teasing, wrung a nod of agreement from her.

Travis flabbergasted her when he said, “I can’t even tell you how happy that makes me.”

“Me, too.” Hank whispered in a silky voice as he held his hand to her butt cheek, sealing in the intense, almost stinging heat, and then slid his fingertips into the cleft of her ass, eliciting a sharp inhalation from her. “Spread your feet, in those sexy-as-fuck high heels, about a foot apart.”

She complied immediately, moaning and arching as the movement parted her pussy lips, inviting him to touch her. With each second that passed she burned for their touch even more and her arousal shot through the roof.

Ladies don’t act this way.
That was exactly what her mother would say.

I guess I’m not your kind of lady, Mom.
And what a lovely thought that was.

The fingertips straying ever closer to her wet cunt suddenly disappeared and another sound, stinging slap landed on her ass, undoubtedly delivered by Hank. “Your attention span is a little short, Nika. We’ll have to work on that.”

She replied eagerly. “Yes, Hank.”

Surprised laughter drew her gaze from over her shoulder. His smile was warm and he nodded. “That’s right, Nika.”

Thinking she must’ve been dreaming, she laid her forehead back on her hands and concentrated on breathing and the sensation of their hands roaming over her body. She stayed in position but arched into their touch, biting her lip as she imagined the scene—imagined them sliding their cocks into her and fucking her until she begged to come. Her cunt clenched when her vivid imagination added ropes and a blindfold to the scenario.

Another hand delved down over the sensitive flesh where the top of her thigh met her derriere and then slid inward toward her pussy, and twin growls vibrated over her as both men slid questing fingertips through her aching flesh. She rocked against them and wailed, “Please! Oh,
please
!” She needed a cock desperately. Needed to come.

Without further conversation, the spanking portion of her evening ended and the intense pleasuring part began. Warm lips pressed to both ass cheeks as each man squatted down and wrapped an arm around each of her thighs, anchoring her. They stroked her trembling leg muscles with one hand while simultaneously playing with her pussy, stroking her clit, and plunging a couple of fingers in and out of her opening, taking her higher and higher until she thought she would take flight or burst into flames.

Hank lightly brushed his beard stubble against her tingling ass when he murmured, “Let go, Nika.” The tension broke like an overtightened spring and her orgasm rushed through her with such force, her head hit the table. A stack of papers drifted off and scattered to the floor.

She knew their hands must have been drenched with her juices as they wrung another, hotter, nearly painful orgasm from her. She bucked back against them, careful to not jostle the expensive monitor by her head or the keyboard on the other side. As the orgasm finally subsided, she went limp on the desk with her head resting on a guide to different horse breeds, her sweaty cheek sticking to the cover as she shifted to look over her shoulder.

She gripped the edges of the table and lifted her head and Travis smiled warmly at her as he rose. His face was flushed and he looked in such dire need for release. The only thing stopping her from going to her knees was Hank, who still held on to her, stroking her pussy.

Travis chuckled and gently peeled off the yellow sticky note that was clinging to her hair and laid it back on the table. He caressed her back as she finally pushed herself into an upright position.

Her body pulsed as she caught her breath while the soft music played in the background. Hank rose to his feet and then the two of them closed in with her in the middle, cocooning her in their warmth and strength.

Letting out a replete sigh, Veronica said, “That was beautiful.”

Both men agreed, pressing gentle kisses to her throat and shoulders. Her brain began its reboot and Hank asked her where she normally sat to work. After she showed him, he excused himself and went to the bathroom. She frowned, thinking that they must both be in tremendous pain, but he returned seconds later with a soft bath sheet, which he was folding into a pad. He placed it over the seat of the desk chair in front of the giant monitor while Travis stirred the fire in the fireplace and added a couple more logs to it.

Hank went to her and they bookended her once more. “Feel good, Nika?” Hank grinned at her vigorous nod and said, “We’re leaving now, so you can work.”

“
Now
? But you—”

Hank put a finger over her lips. “Tonight was for you. If we took you to bed now, you wouldn’t leave it, I promise you. We wanted to warm you up for your night of writing.” The heat simmering in her burst into an inferno as she imagined them plowing her into the bed sheets.

“What about—”

Travis stopped her this time. “You have even more questions now, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“We’ll come for supper tomorrow night and then bring you back here to talk. We’ll work all the details out then.”

Hank cupped her breast in his hand and teased her nipple in disconcerting little circles as he said, “I can tell you right now, Nika, we don’t have a long list of rules, protocols, expectations, or demands. We want to keep it simple. You’ll have a safeword and you’ll provide us with a list of hard limits. This was all for fun tonight and no serious play will happen until the details are worked out.”

“Well, all right. If you’re sure?”

“Positive, Nika,” Hank murmured with a kiss. “Now sit.”

“But I need…”

“What?”

“My robe, or…something.”

“Are you cold?”

“No.”
Just nekkid! Nekkid in red high heels!

Hank grinned at her, looking like he could practically hear what she was thinking. “It would please us if you worked like this.”

She gaped at him and then turned to Travis. “Nekkid?”

The wide grin on Travis’s face was his answer. “Mmm-hmm. We’ll both be thinking about you working away at your computer, dressed in nothing but your red high heels.”

“Yes,” Hank said. “When you finish your writing and are ready for bed, I want you to text us both, telling us good night. When you wake up tomorrow, text us both to let us know you’re awake.”

He reached for her pad of sticky notes and jotted down their phone numbers.

She took the note when he handed it to her and looked up at them. “Okay. I’ll try to remember. I’m kind of a ditz by the end of the night, though.”

Hank touched her chin. “
Remember
, Nika. It would please us both.”

She smiled up at him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. “I will. But it will be really late, or early, or…you know.”

“We both want to hear from you when you go to bed, and when you awaken, from this point forward. The time doesn’t matter. And it’ll be warm enough in here so no robe. The towel will protect your tender bottom from the cold seat. It’s not so red that you need aftercare on it but it may throb a little. We’ll check it first thing when we’re alone tomorrow.”

This was what she’d asked for. “Yes, Hank.” She turned to look up at Travis. “Yes, Travis.”

Hank made sure her back door was locked and that the house was secure. They kissed her one more time, lingering and caressing her breasts and her hot ass cheeks. Before slipping out the door, they reminded her to lock the deadbolt. She listened at the door as they went down the steps and then Hank’s truck started.

Practically vibrating with glee, she sat down on the velvety soft padding Hank had provided and powered up her computer.

She was too happy to even contemplate what would happen when it was time to go back to Montana.

Chapter Seven

Hank rolled over in bed when his cell phone chimed with an incoming text message. He was used to his phone ringing at night but this time the sound brought a smile to his face. He also heard a distant chime from the guest bedroom where Travis slept.

He flicked the touch screen and chuckled in mild surprise. It wasn’t just a text message telling him good-night. There was a picture attached. In the self-portrait, she was sitting in her chair, a soft smile on her face and his Stetson resting on her head. He glanced down at the message and smiled.

“I hope you don’t mind, Hank. I found it when I went in the kitchen for coffee. Along with my sexy memories, it inspired me tonight. I don’t recognize this girl. Wishing you good-night.”

Hank smiled, sensing her effort to be respectful but struggling with a playful side she must not show to anyone. His fingers tapped the screen as he heard another chime in the other bedroom. She was texting them simultaneously.
Nika’s a multitasker. Good to know.

“The hat looks beautiful on you, just like your smile. I can still hear the sweet sounds you make when you come.”

Her reply was quick.
“I’m blushing!”

“Are you wet for me?”
He hit send and heard the chime again in the other room.

Her reply was a giggling emoticon and one word.
“Yes!”

The next time Travis’s phone chimed Hank shouted into the stillness, “Wait your turn, motherfucker! I’m giving her instructions!”